As the dragon grows, Dan Heng finds himself becoming increasingly doting, unable to resist from spoiling the baby, always affectionate.

Sometimes he notices that the little dragon would imitate his mannerism, even as far as copying stoic demeanor, which only ends up sounding adorable.

“Cloud-faring dragon.. rise!”

He turns at the cute imitation, chuckling at the dragonling's smug expression as if they've just chased away a slew of enemies.

“My sweet lunae.. why did you follow me?”